"And may the odds be EVER in your favor!" I laughed as i wrote the words out on a piece of paper, sealing it up. The odds were normally in my favor, mom never let me put my name in more than nessecary. I wrote 'louis' in fancy handwriting on the envelope before standing up and heading out the door. I was going to be late to the reaping. No matter, I wanted to send this letter as soon as, the sooner i sent it, the sooner i got a response.
It was actually pretty scary how excited I was everytime i got a letter from Louis, my pen pal. It was the only thing I looked forward to in life, actually. District 3 was probably the most boring thing ever. I'm proud of my district, don't get me wrong, but i can't even do my districts specialty, farming, because everyone thought i was to 'delicate'. They obviously didn't know me. Since I couldn't do that, I just ran to get my mind off of things, to pass time. Until another letter came.
Louis was probably the funniest person i have ever met. Well, not actually met. Just talked to. He was funny and sassy, we were so alike it wasn't even funny. I knew I would probably never meet him, and that seriously dissapointed me. We would be inseperable.
I slid the letter into the rusty mailbox that was barely used, and made my way to town square, and walked over to the 15 year olds and stood there silently, crossing my arms. Our representative was always late, and it pissed me off. It just made the butterflies in my stomach multiply. I couldn't help but be nervous.
Our representative finally showed up, in a flash of glitter and smoke. I coughed as the wind flew some my way. Gross. "Welcome everyone!" She said in a high pitched voice, smiling wide. She was greeted with silence. I laughed quietly, some of the other girls staring at me. What? Could a girl not have a laugh? "Ladies first!" She called, giggling slightly. I sighed, looking down at my hands. "Addy Mohoney " She called through the microphone. I froze. It was completely silent, and I could literally feel everyone staring at me, like a knife in my back. I heard a strangled cry, that I knew as my mothers, as I slowly walked up to the stage. "And whats your name, darling?" The representative said, holding he mircophone up to my face. "Knowing that you just sentenced me to my death by calling my name, you should know" I snapped at her, before walking off the stage to the train I knew tributes the choosen tributes would board.
I sat on one of the benches and put my head in my hands, and sobbed.
I am going to die.
